October 3, 2005
Balancing The Calendar

Weekends feel like weekends again.  

That's always one nice thing about going back to work after a prolonged period of Unfortunate Voluntary Unemployment [or a prolonged period of Fortunate Involuntary Unemployment ... . or a semi-prolonged period of Unfortunate Voluntary Not-So-Temporary Unemployment].   By the middle of the summer  --  during the height of my dysfunction and drug dependence  --   everything was starting to feel like one big sweaty Tuesday Afternoon Nap to me. There were moments when I actually forgot what month it was  ... let alone what day or time. [This isn't something you can gripe about to the *gainfully employed* members of your family, by the way: they'll rise up, en masse, and strangle you with your own stinky Happy Pants.]  So it was really great to have a Friday night feel like a Friday night, once again: pastrami, headphones, the latest issue of "Entertainment Weekly"   ...   a Saturday morning feel like a Saturday morning again: sleeping in an extra hour, catching up on e-mail, "Northern Exposure Season 3" on DVD, going to the taqueria for lunch ...   a Sunday afternoon feel like a Sunday afternoon again: laundry, groceries, cooking, housecleaning, phone calls, manicure/pedicure ...  the beginning of the weekly psychic switchover from Weekend Secra to Workday Secra.

It's as though the balance of the universe  --  AND the calendar  -- have been restored once again.

[Next up: balancing my poor decimated checkbook again. Stay tuned.]

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